Originally Posted by StuartR
Trouble is Pol, 'er indoors is now the breadwinner and I'm having to do all the housework* so "'er indoors" has effectively transmogrified into "she who must be obeyed"
- not so easy to get my own way now
* although I'm still not allowed to drive the washing machine - it's too complicated for me apparently! If I could just grasp something she refers to as "sorting colours".....
It really is just so
good to have you back!
When I first met David (we worked together) he'd done his washing at the laundrette and he'd boiled everything, including his own, very smart, expensive new Blazer. He thought everything had to be boiled to get it properly clean y'see.
As if that wasn't bad enough he dried everything at top heat in a commercial tumble drier. He came to work in a badly shrunk blazer with the sleeves tight and up to his elbows. Everybody was polite and pretended not to notice apart from me who was peeing myself laughing at him, tears streaming down my face.